Well it’s all kicked off today, the internet has gone berserk, questions have been asked in the House of Parliament when Dr Shola Mos-Shogbamimu described dunking a biscuit in your tea as an abomination.
I have just recently noticed that this woman is an American which may go some way to explain her peculiar belief that one shouldn’t dunk one’s biscuits.
Luckily the nation has stepped up to the plate and told this woman in no uncertain terms what she can do with her ridiculous idea that one shouldn’t dunk and should enjoy the experience of munching away on a dry biscuit.
I’m sure in days gone by when travelling by sailing ship to the Americas a dry ships biscuit may have seemed like luxury compared to the other option of starving to death during the crossing but I’m forced to wonder would the application of some tea to dunk the biscuit may have helped to stave off the effects of scurvy.
This is a very slippery slope she is treading on and I wonder how long it will be before we have the suggestion that we shouldn’t drink tea out of the saucer, it’s this sort of thing that undermines the stability of a nation.
About The Diary of a Country Bumpkin
I am a retired actor, although to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work due to losing my agent when I became a full time carer to my mother who had dementia. and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non-existent.
Having said I’m retired, I don’t think there really is such a thing as a retired actor for I am still available for work, I just don’t have an agent or any connections with regards to obtaining any worthwhile work.
I have over the years done student films when there is nothing else available, always low paid (if at all) the only incentive was always the promised copy of the finished film for your show reel which nine times out of ten always failed to materialise.
I spent many years looking after my aged mother and shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex-girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again, resulting in us getting married in 2013.
My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which tells of my continuing dilemmas in dealing with the rigors of the countryside from the unexpectedly large number of pollens, fungal moulds and hay products waiting to attack the unsuspecting townie.
I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company, The Plays Wot I Wrote and The Battle of Barking Creek both available on Amazon.co.uk and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes.
I am delighted to say that since venturing to the countryside where space is not quite the premium it is in town, I have due to the availability of two double garages acquired more classic cars to form a small collection the pride of which are a 1947 Bentley Mk VI and a 2000 Bentley Arnage.
My various blogs and websites are continually evolving and I’m sure that by following the appropriate links you will find something which will edify or amuse.
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My parents frowned on dunking biscuits I was told it was the height of bad manners.
I loved going my friend’s house, we were allowed to dunk ginger biscuits and eat our tea on our laps.
Watching television at the same time no doubt, it reminds me of my youth for some reason!
Yes, that’s right, we weren’t allowed to watch TV at mealtimes in our house.
We were very lax in that regard and it was the old days and everything was in black and white including the tele. Times were different then and my mother assumed the role of full time servant with ease, which at the time seemed perfectly normal. She would work all day in the family business, come home do the housework, washing, cooking etc while my brother and I sat and watched television. Dinner was then presented to us on a tray which we ate and left the tray on the floor for her to collect while we went upstairs and changed to go out for the evening, that’s how hard done by we were and you tell the youth of today how hard we had it and they won’t believe you!
Yes, my mum was the same. I cannot remember mum ever asking/telling us to help with anything in the house. Though I do remember my dad occasionally telling my brother and me to help mum with the washing up! Dad stayed in his chair with his pipe and evening paper.
I was never asked to help mum with the laundry but I enjoyed washdays so I helped her. I loved the wringer on her first electric machine. So much better than struggling to wind a handle. First taste of technology perhaps?
I still love hanging out the clothes on a washing line.
I’m not too keen on housework but I blame my mother for letting me get away with it, if I hadn’t given up smoking I would be better suited to sitting in a chair smoking a pipe and listening to the wireless.